Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Jai Jagadambe Hey Ma Durga

(19-MA) Jai Jagadambe
Hey Ma Durga Hey Ma Durga Hey Ma Durga Hey Ma Durga Hey Ma Durga
2x
Jai Jagadambe Hey Ma Durga
Jai Jagadambe Hey Ma Durga
Ma Kali Durge Namo Namah
Ma Kali Durge Namo Namah
Jai Jagadambe Ma Durga Jai Jagadambe Ma Durga
Hey Ma Durga Hey Ma Durga Hey Ma Durga Hey Ma Durga
(Jai Jai)Om Narayani Om Narayani Om Narayani Om Narayani (Jai Jai)

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Umbrellas make me think of opinions

where rain is benign and flames flood the earth
where breath is young
and death is a gentle smile
where in sunset
a camera and Italy
might change one’s vocation

She stands in front of her mirror and closet
and sees proof of everything
(creation as inseparable from separation)
she is a crematory artist
her echoes pang like BBs fired in an empty swimming pool
they pring my ears as I tune in enduring a delay
on cue a can kinks to the concrete

My little big brother and I
at the bottom not drowning compacting all the cans we can to collect cents
craft an edifice of conglomerate brick
it’s bigger than a barn now
we’ll need to build a hangar for these inanimate metals
in the meantime we must measure the molecular weight
meter the mass in minutes
until the black one we call mother
burdened by the heft of the slain
appoints our time

We used to bury eggs in the mud and found worms to grow
just as she emanates from ash in the brow of the mountain
where all names originate and breath is young
She dropped a pregnant salmon once
lifted a garland of yolk and fry
she scooped them up and set them in a tank
where even the skeletons swam again

We adopt ourselves as children to reconcile with age
built of skull and stone
she does not give what we expect except the few strands of cloth
once scorched upon her skin
each pore becomes a blossom that burrows back to seed

Saturday, April 19, 2008

kid's poetry workshop

operating is scary. especially
people who do it.
quiet happens when they w-
rong a mistake.
so on the tear comes down
twenty million people die the same day
u.s. people cry
violence happens
which is why they are people in hospitals
x-rays are used the most
yesterday a person died
zero temperatures fly.

(Junior)

*****

It's inside your
body. It beats
fast! It makes
me happy. It
is in my
eyes when
I see a boy
I love so much.

(Mercedes)

*****

What if?

What if the sky was green
and the grass was blue.
What if I wear you and
you wear me. If
water were fire, if
we wear all each
other what would
happen?

?

(Juan)

*****

Colors

I like colors
How about you
Colors here
Colors there
I see colors Everywhere
Colors up high
Colors real low
I even see colors
When it snows
Colors are everywhere
I just want you to
Know

(Kiwona)

*****

Talented
Intelligent
Truthful
Angle

(Anonymous)

*****

Allen is a humpty dumpty
Burping is rude
Cans are made for people
Dinosaurs are dead
Elephants stink
Fast facts in science
Google is a website
Howling is what wolves do
Invisible people
Johnny is a good football player
Kidding, it's a joke
Low is a song from Flo-Rida
Man, you are wierd
Nathaniel is cool.

(Nathaniel)

*****

Babies cry a lot
elephants are huge
Babies poop a lot
O owl hoot

*****

Opinions are different than facts, so we
Put them in different paragraphs or
Questions--maybe sentences.
Right or wrong, so I think it doesn't matter.
Sometimes I care sometimes I
Think it's crazy but I just go with it to make myself happy.

Umbrellas make me think of opinions.
Violence makes me think of facts because I don't like to play because they're boring.
Worst of all I sometimes think the wrong thing.
Xylophones make me think of facts because a fact about xylophone is brown.
Yellow also makes me think of fact because you can see yellow, but that is always going to be yellow.
Zebras make me think of facts and opinions because they have black stripes and I think they are cute.

(Tiffany O)

*****
My school's sun is
so super. It's a safe
solar system. It also has
a star. It's a little bit
scary. I speak in a snap
voice about snacks to them.

I never ever saw blue did you?
But I have seen green.
I'll never forget when I met green.
I saw it on my floor and my door.
Then someone said, " I don't care
I just want to know where." I said,
"Oh, but I will say no."

(Patrice)

*****
I hop at home
My heart is happy.
I said hello to my girlfriend
I have a new hat.
I like to hide.

*****
Ants are strong
Giraffes are long
Bugs are big and small
Dogs are cute and small
Cats have different colored fur
Kittens are very playful
Elephants are smart
Frogs are slimy and green
Hamsters are cute and fluffy
Iguanas have scaly skin
Jaguars are very fast
Lions are furious and large
Mokeys are ugly and stupid
And scratch their butts all of the time.

(Evalissia)
*****

Apples are good
Hearts are colored pink
Butterflies are colorful
Cats are hairy
Donuts are round
Jeffrey like donut
Elephants are fat
Mice are mini
Fruits have rainbow color
Ghost are invisible
Igloo are cold and cool
Nests are for birds
Kites have design
Lions are large

(Johnny)

*****

Sunday, April 13, 2008

To interpret a dream is to assassinate the subject.

I dialed the author of The Autobiography.
He answered,
“To interpret a dream is to assassinate the subject.
His receiver picked up the acoustics of his locale
“You’re in a room with large windows and loads of sunlight, yeah?” I commented.

With oceans of silence between us, I malformed a paperclip
and began chewing some black licorice—

He broke, “Do you know the various uses of resin?”
I told him that rubber boots are quite suitable
for traversing hectares of lawn after a storm
or harvesting rice.

Apparently, not listening, he stated,
“Slavery without submission seems an oxymoron, no?”

I attempted to readjust the focus.
“How are streets named?”
“First,” he replied,
“you must have a decent appetite,
then you must choose a plantation, and finally,
exorcise any aloha spirits.”

“In my opinion, sir, I believe liquor and pineapple to be indispensable to our economy.”

“The problem is,” he said,
“not enough people have explored chewing tobacco or cotton balls.
It’s a waste of earth if you ask me—may as well murder a nun.”

“Indeed, spirits are necessary.”
In the mirror my lips were mummy black
and smelled of star anise.

Assuming a generic voice I said,
“We’re sorry, your call has been disconnected.”

I smeared gum Arabic over the mouthpiece
pasted strips of pages from the autobiography
sealing each pinhole.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Can I give you some Yoga?

all classes are open to all levels
http://yogaspotny.com/schedule.php

1219 QUENTIN RD @ KINGS HIGHWAY stop-- (Q & B-express)
THIRD FLOOR
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK 11229
http://yogaspotny.com/where.html

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Optic Chiasm In Order

What is my diagnosis
From seed—a bundle of nerve
I’m on a quest to find it
Our lizard self steeps
If ever anyone finds a need to critic
At the root of the brain
They will unfind anything to say
Our serpent spine
To need to quest for meaning
Sits hot & dry
My diagnosis
Slipping off skin
The critic needs to know
Silent coil at sunrise
That meditative technique to see
A rod of sulphur
What is inside of me—anyone
It circulates smooth around
If ever I find anyone
Evolving for extremity
It is me
Enrolling in ecliptic eternity
The critic
Scales height & pallor
My diagnosis
A cold wet moon falling into mercury
It melts to minus color

Monday, April 7, 2008

In Order Recognize

What is my diagnosis
I’m on a quest to find it
If ever anyone finds a need to critic
They will unfind anything to say
To need to quest for meaning
My diagnosis
The critic needs to know
That meditative technique to see
What is inside of me—anyone
If ever I find anyone
It is me
The critic
My diagnosis

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

My niece said she (ellipsis) and I

Been run over by a herd o’ kids in skates.
Who’s the mystic in this rink.
I know I can be inventive with the blades.
Saddle your hip crevices and find we have
Stalactites hanging from our very structures
Enclosed in our pockets that we learn to sew
So there are no wholes in your retainer
At this seam but keys fall and coins with lint typical they
Seem to always add metallic to your bracelet.
We can forge it
Anneal the enactments of the liver in heat.
Incinerate these bones that insinuate a body being.

We all band together blazing through the abandoned one.
Magnify the man prostrate on the glass ice.
An escapade to the horse trotting
Tracing the hind over the rind over
Stalagmites interrupting the landscape
Bulging from our collars as a goiter
So there are no whorls in you doors only cloisters
But the hinges house the termites here
Wanting wooden love on a rectangular.
We can cut it
Live real attachments out of the hardware shrunken expansion
From the cold these hairs sprout from the dirt of earth.